"How about what is your name and why am I here?" Ziva spat looking up at the strand man, studying him. He had short brown hair with hazel eyes. The man was wearing a black t shirt and jeans. The same outfit as the two men, and the one who kidnapped her.

"My name is Sam." The man laughed kneeling down in front of Ziva. "And you are here because I need information on NCIS and... some if it's agents." He had a thick British accent when he spoke.

"I will never tell you anything," She said looking Sam dead in the eye.

"Okay," he said ignoring what Ziva said. "Now darling here are the rules. I ask you a question and you will answer it. But, if you refuse you will be punished. Sometimes by me but mostly my friends."

"I will not tell you anything." She repeated. "Kill me. I will never speak."

"Oh! Darling! I don't want to kill you." He said nicely rubbing his hand lightly on Zivas cheek. "Why, you are such a beautiful young lady. Now Mr. DiNozzo is one lucky man to have you in his life.

"We're not dating," she mumbled grinding her teeth.

"Of course your not, darling." Sam laughed standing upright.

"Will you let me go?" She asked slowly knowing that it was worth a try.

"Sure...maybe." Sam said sarcastically. He sat down in the other chair and watched her for a few moments. "Let's start simple, what is your name?"

"Sophie." Ziva said instantly. She remembered Gibbs rule #7, Always be specific when you lie, so she continued. "Sophie Ranier." She smirked lightly at the undercover mission that she and Tony had when they...

Zivas mind was cut off with a hard punch in the stomach.

"LIER!"he yelled. "Your name is Ziva David."

She was quiet, knowing that she should have known he knew her name. How else would he have found her?

"When did you start to work for NCIS?" He asked

"About, maybe 8 or 9 years ago." She answered truthfully looking him dead in the eye.

"Tell me all the names of your team, other than Anthony." He ordered leaning back in his chair, lifting his foot and resting it on the edge of Zivas seat.

Ziva didn't say anything she knew what she was up against.

"Tell me!" He yelled now getting angry. He walked to the table which had the briefcase on it. He opened it and with the little light that was in that room, Ziva could see the glimmer of the sharp knives. She gulped.

"You see darling, I have no issue of harming you. Truthfully? It's fun. Knowing that a pretty girls life depends on me." He said walking over to her with one of the knives.

"I don't care what you do to me. I will die before I tell you one damn thing!" She barked, not showing any fear. Knifes were nothing compared to what she endured in Somalia.

"That is fine, dear." He whispered as he lightly ran the tip of the knife down her left arm. The knife was sharp enough to leave a paper cut length scrape down her arm.

Her heart sped up. She knew what he was going to do next. Salem did the same thing to her, at the beginning of her stay with him.

He stopped the knife at her wrists and lifted it up. "This knife is very sharp, as you can probably tell, darling. I will ask you one more time. What are the names of the agents on your team?"

She said nothing and prepared herself for what she knew what was going to happen next.

Sam slowly slid the knife into her left thigh after about an half inch, he stopped, held it there, and slowly began to spin the knife.

Ziva screamed out in pain but quickly bit her lip to keep quiet. The blood dropped from her lip into the growing blood stain on her jeans. 

He slowly took it out the knife, then cut the ropes that bound her ankles.

Quickly he raised the knife to Zivas throat, pulling her head back. Much like the way Salem did so many times before. "If you kick me, Darling," Sam mumbled pushing the knife against her throat, making a small cut. "I will kill your beloved boyfriend."

She held still as Sam undid her handcuffs, making her free. Although Ziva could escape from handcuffs quite easily, she decided to keep that talent under wraps.

When Sam stepped away, he once again called for his boys.

One entered and stood by Ziva, holding a gun to her head.

She watched as Sam wiped her blood of the knife with his shirt and then place it back into the case.

"Goodbye,  see you later Darling." Sam said opening the bolted door. "Take her back," he ordered to the man.

The man brought her back to her cell mumbling words in a language that Ziva was not familiar with. He tossed her inside and quickly shut the metel door behind him.

"Tony."she whispered ever so quietly looking down at the yellow sandy floor "Please find me,"